with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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BOB O DUMBLANE.
Ramsay, as usual, has moderniied this song.
The original, which I learned on the spot, from
my old hostess in the principal inn there is—
Lassie, lend me your braw hemp heckle.
And I'll lend you my thripplin-kame ;
My heckle is broken, it,canna be gotten,
And we'll gae dance the bob o' Dumblane.
Twa gaed to the wood, to the wood, to the wood,
Twa gaed to the wood—three came hame ;
An' it be na weel bobbit, weel bobbit, weel bobbit.
An' it be n a weel bobbit, we'll bob it again.
1 insert this song to introduce the following anec-
dote, which I haDe heard well authenticated. In
the evening of the day of the battle of Dumblane
(Sheriff Muir) when the action was over^ a Scots
officer in Argyleh army observed to his Grace, that
he zoas afraid the rebels would give out to the world
that they had gotten the victory.— ^' Weel, weel^^
returned his Grace, alluding to theforegoing ballad,
" if they think it be nae weel bobbit, we'll bob it
again."
VOL. II.